TAKEN BY THE CEO (Dominated by my BDSM BOSS) (2 page)

“Here, honey, what do you think of this?” She was holding up a black pencil skirt, which was fitted to the knee, and had a gentle kick-flare at the bottom; it would look perfect with Robin’s white satin shirt, edged with black.

“That’s beautiful Mom, but are you sure? It looks like it cost a fortune.”

“You are worth it honey, if it helps to make the right impression. You can borrow my Louboutins as well if you want; and what do you think about me putting your hair in a French pleat? It would look very elegant, and business-like.”

“I love you Mom; thank you so much for helping me,” Robin flung her arms around Caroline’s neck and gave her a warm hug.

Brad came round after dinner, and he and Robin went for a walk around the local park; at least it didn’t cost anything, and they would get to have some precious time together. Robin was full of her news about her work, but as usual, Brad didn’t seem very interested; if it didn’t involve oil or an engine, he didn’t want to know!

“You could at least wish me good luck,” Robin pouted; “Tomorrow is really important to me.”

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry; it’s just I have a lot on my mind too. Mr Jarvis told us all that there are going to be some redundancies at the end of the month; we have to prove we are worth keeping on, by trying to get some extra business through the door. I don’t know what we’ll do if I lose my job; we’ll never be able to get a place of our own.”

“Something will turn up, I’m sure” Robin said comfortingly, “If I get a permanent position, that would help, wouldn’t it?” she pulled him in for a hug, and they went to sit on a park bench, where it was quieter. There were no kids in the park at this time of day, as it was just starting to become dusk; the moon was already shining faintly in the royal blue sky.

Brad sat with his arm around Robin’s shoulder; she snuggled into him, but was preoccupied with thoughts of tomorrow, it would be wonderful if things worked out and she got a full-time position.

Brad could tell her thoughts were elsewhere, and needed some comfort from her, so he tilted her chin upwards and kissed her softly on the lips. “I need you Robin,” he whispered, before kissing her again, but more insistently this time, his tongue slipping into her warm mouth.

Robin responded immediately by opening her lips and winding her tongue around his, sucking it gently, imagining that it was the handsome stranger from the lift. She did feel guilty at that, but he was occupying more and more of her thoughts at the moment; when Brad’s hand reached under her shirt to squeeze her breast, she inhaled sharply, closed her eyes, and imagined…..

His hand slipped inside her bra, and tweaked the nipple into stiffness; his mouth was now suckling her throat. They moved towards their favorite place in the park, a small clearing in the trees and lay down on the grass. Robin had jeans on, so it was difficult to do much; she certainly was not going to strip off in a park, but she did undo her zipper, so that his hand, and more importantly, his fingers, could reach inside to massage her sensitive parts. Her hand automatically reached for the stiff cock inside his joggers, which were easy enough to get into; they knew they could only go as far as mutual masturbation, but it was enough for now. He slid his middle finger into her wet hole, and then spread the slippery fluid up to, and around her clit, his fingers quickly bringing her to a shuddering orgasm; her hand was jerking his hard cock, knowing that it wouldn’t take him long to cum as well. His tongue was buried in her mouth, and he gasped “Oh God,” as the hot fluid pumped out over her hand.

***

Caroline was calling her the next morning while she was still in the midst of a delicious dream; why did she always have to wake up before it got to the good part? “Ok, mom, I’m coming. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be down.” Robin had asked for an early call, to give her more time to get ready for this important day.

After breakfast they were in Robin’s bedroom, Caroline giving sound advice on her appearance, and winding her hair into an elegant pleat; then curly wisps were left at the side of her cheeks to soften the relative harshness of the style.

“Here honey, put these on, you will really look the part” Caroline was handing her a pair of smooth, silky black hose and a garter belt; “If you feel good on the inside, it will show on the outside. I’ll leave you to finish your make-up then, baby-girl.”

Robin left for work feeling very glamorous and grown up, the glossy red lipstick completing the look perfectly; mom had wished her good luck, and even given her a whistle when she had come downstairs. “You look stunning honey; knock ‘em dead!”

The bus was early for once, and Robin sat down, nerves now kicking in; she was to report to the CEO’s assistant, Rebecca, in the penthouse suite at nine a.m., and although nervous, she was excited too.

***

Joshua glanced at his watch; if his ‘project’ was true to form, she would be coming up the steps in the next couple of minutes. He already had a plan, and hoped she was willing to go along with it!

Robin ran up the steps, disappointed that she couldn’t see the stranger; “Maybe he’s already here,” she mused, “Damn! I was hoping he would see my new image as well; still can’t afford to wait, got to meet the big boss today. Don’t want to keep him waiting.” She ran to the elevator, just as
he
got in beside her; her heart began to beat faster.

“Good morning” he smiled.

“Oh my God, he’s speaking to me! What do I say? Try good morning in return, idiot!” she told herself. “Good morning” she politely replied, heart pounding.

The lift had only reached the second floor when it stopped; Robin had not seen his hand surreptitiously hit the ‘pause’ button.

Joshua had taken in every last nuance of Robin’s new appearance; he wondered if she realized yet that he was the CEO she was to be working for today. He doubted it though; there was no reason for her to know as yet.

Robin looked to him for assistance when the elevator stopped; she didn’t know what to do as she had never been stuck in one in her life.

He simply placed his briefcase on the floor and moved towards her; his eyes held hers in a steady gaze and she just stood, mesmerized, as his fingers began to unbutton her shirt.

She opened her mouth to question him, and he put a finger to her lips and said “Shh! Later, I promise; just enjoy.”

When his hands spread open her shirt and lifted her heavy breasts free of the bra, she felt her panties immediately flood with moisture; she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his as he held both breasts, his thumbs grazing over the nipples.

“Take your skirt off” he commanded, still holding her gaze; she obeyed in a daze, undoing the zipper, and stepping out of the tight black material. His eyes left hers briefly as he glanced downwards, and took in the silk hose and garter belt; he nodded approvingly, before pushing her against the wall of the elevator, his right hand cupping her pubic mound over the now soaking wet panties; she came as soon as he pushed the panties to one side and thrust a finger inside her.

“Mm, very nice,” he said, taking a lick at his finger; “Your turn,” the finger was now circling the edge of her mouth until he slipped it in for her to suck. “Taste your juices” he commanded.

Robin sucked greedily at his finger, nearly delirious with lust by now. Every suck of his finger caused a corresponding twitch of his hard dick, confined in his pants; he wasn’t going to give that to her though; not just yet!

When his finger was sucked clean, he stepped backwards, saying “We will continue this another time; you better get ready for the office. You don’t want your supervisor to be angry, do you?”

Robin got dressed in a daze, lust and confusion passing across her face in equal measures.

“I believe the fourth floor is yours; is that correct?”

She just nodded, unable to speak; and exited the elevator.

Joshua smiled, thinking “Yes, as I thought; she will be perfect.” He was looking forward to seeing the look on her face when she realized she was to be working with him for the rest of the day! The elevator reached the penthouse, and he got out, whistling softly to himself.

***

Robin left her coat and bag in the usual place, went to the bathroom to sort out her make-up, and eyed her reflection in the mirror warily. Had she imagined what had happened in the elevator?  “Am I going mad?” she asked herself; but panic at what time it was, being the overriding emotion, she hurriedly went to the penthouse.

“Hi, I need to report to Rebecca” she announced, desperately attempting to regain her composure.

“Good morning and you must be Robin?” Rebecca looked a very warm, friendly person, and for that Robin was grateful. “Ok, let’s get you organized, and then I’ll take you through to meet the boss; and don’t worry, his bark is worse than his bite, although there are some members of staff who might disagree with that!”

Robin was once more reduced to a quivering wreck of nervousness.

“Oh, don’t worry, honey; I’m joking. He’s a lovely man, and I’ve known him for years, so I should know! C’mon, let’s take you through.”

Robin’s legs nearly gave way when she realized who was sitting at the high-backed leather office chair.

Rebecca made the introductions and left them to it.

“Good morning, Robin; I’m Joshua, and welcome to my office.”

He made no reference at all to the elevator, and Robin really began to consider the fact that she must be going mad. She was busy all day, making coffee, filing and photocopying; Joshua left the office at about three thirty, saying “I will be back before five, and we will have a run-through of what your duties will be tomorrow. Ok?”

“Yes, Joshua,” she replied, still confused.

“You have enough there to keep you going, so I will see you later.”

He returned briefly at quarter to five, saying “I think you have done enough for today Robin; I’m about to leave, so I will give you a lift home. Can you finish up now?”

Wondering how on earth he would know where she lived, Robin nevertheless obeyed without question, not realizing these were all small ‘tests’ Joshua had prepared for her.

They took his private elevator down to the parking lot in the basement, not exchanging a word until they got out of the elevator. Joshua turned to Robin then, and said “Remove your panties.”

Again, his eyes were locked on hers as she obeyed.

“Pull your skirt upwards and open your legs.” There was no preamble this time as he swiftly inserted two fingers into her tight hole, his thumb stroking the bud of her clit; the moisture was soon seeping through his fingers as she squirmed under his expert touch.

“Do you want to cum Robin?” his voice was soft in her ear. “Ok, then I will allow it, but you must say thank you afterwards.” He had to hold her up to stop her from falling as the massive orgasm shook through her body; “And what do you say?” he commanded.

“Thank you, thank you” she whispered, voice hoarse with longing.

“Well done, Robin. Now we will get you home I think.” He led her to a beautiful Jaguar Sovereign LWB, and drove to her mom’s house in silence. When he pulled up outside the house, he spoke to her without looking at her.

“I will pick you up for dinner at seven Robin; wear something with buttons down the front, and no panties. Do you understand?”

“Yes” she whispered, part confused, part angry, as in “Who the hell does he think he is?” but the biggest part of her was full of pure lust, and the desire to do whatever he told her to.

“Seven o’clock sharp” he said, and drove off without another word.

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Caroline was full of questions about how her day had been, but Robin was still too confused to chat much.

“I’m tired mom, to be honest, and the boss needs me to work tonight, so he is picking me up at seven. I think I will just go and have a quick lie-down before I get changed.” The lie about working that night seemed to spring from nowhere, but Robin felt that she couldn’t understand things herself, never mind trying to explain them to her mom.

She went through her closet for something suitable to wear, her mind in turmoil; one moment she was thinking “Fuck the job and fuck him,” the next moment was “Oh my God, I’m already so turned on; I don’t know how I will stand an evening with no panties.” Her one worry about that was soaking her dress, and making a fool of herself; but she was already starting to think that it would be worth it. Never before had she been so turned on by someone and desperate to feel them inside her.

The back of the closet proved to be her savior; she found a dress that she had bought a couple of years ago, for an interview, and hadn’t worn it at the last moment, thinking it was a tad too sexy for the occasion, which meant it would be perfect for that evening. The dress was emerald green silk, with buttons down the front, and clung to every curve; that was the reason she had rejected it before. She slipped it on, relishing the feel of the silk against her skin; she had to put panties on with it for now, as she was already soaking with anticipation; “I can take them off just before seven,” she told herself. She let her hair down from the pleat, and ran her fingers through it so it fell in soft sensual waves; a touch of green eye-liner and plenty of mascara on her pale lashes, and she was good to go.